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The Chronicles Of Mummy Liew
. . . . .When silliness overthrows routine. . . . .


Monday, November 13, 2006

with Lincoln...

I love his laughter, his tears, his cries, his blabbers, his hands, his toes, his feet, his mouth, his hair, his skin, his smell, his fingers, his saliva, his poo, his eyes, his tumm....his EVERYTHING.

You get the idea.

Time flies, and its only seemed like yesterday that I gave birth to my little prince... and now, he is a handful of joy and with a fiery temper as well.

Life with Lincoln is never the same again, and I cannot imagine my life without him now. I often wonder, what if one day I woke up from everything now, and Lincoln is only a figment of my imagination? What will I do then?

*Shudders*

Brain freezed @
1:24 PM